that never for a moment entered my heau Old Prac' (as we called him afterwards) had such a smooth, comfortable way of settling any difficulties I proposed—so reassuring that I verily believe if he had told me that the best way to learn the art of diving and remaining under for a long time was to tie a heavy stone round your neck and get some one to push you in, I should have tried it. His last words the first night were-' Logic to-morrow.' It is needless to say my sleep was much disturbed that night with anticipations and forebodings. What was this new and strange study? Had I not always heard men speak of its difficulty? How if the momentous question, 'Was I possessed of a "turn" for Logic ?' should be answered in the negative; and I fell asleep to dream of mysterious figures, numbers, and symbols on the one hand. pitted against the mocking forms of clerks, managers, and office boys on the other. |